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For the past several days the ancient Isle of Talas has experienced a bizarre series of unexplained psychic events finally resulting in the largest sandstorm ever recorded in the land's history which has unearthed the remains of an ancient city inhabited by what scientists believe to be the rarely ever sighted Unown Pokémon.

Very protective of their ruined city, the Unown are making it difficult for archaeologists and scientists alike to access the area to study the Pokémon themselves or the inscriptions left behind by an ancient race of humans who appear to have lived in harmony with these mysterious Pokémon.

Most disturbingly, another psychic sandstorm, even larger than the one that has unearthed these ancient ruins, is on its way and expected to bury the city within 24 hours. Leaders of the academic world are calling upon Pokémon trainers in the vicinity to help capture all forms of Unown before the city is lost forever!

"I'm already starting to regret this decision...", Katsura groaned, as he slowly trudged towards the ruins in the distance, holding his jacket over his head in an effort to block out some of the sun's rays. While he was accustomed to hot weather, hot and dry weather was proving to be something else entirely to him.

He had noticed a flier back in town mentioning the appearance of an ancient city following a massive sandstorm; a city said to be home to Unown, a species of Pokemon he knew well of for their ties to many of the world's mysteries. The thought of getting to see such Pokemon had intrigued him, as did the prospect of seeing structures that may very well have been untouched by man for centuries or even millenniums. However, he hadn't put nearly as much thought into the harsh conditions and dangers he would likely face on the journey...

For once, Kiba wasn't with him. Katsura knew that the Electrike loathed being hot, so he had decided to let a Pokemon more suited for the desert environment accompany him today; his little Gible, Tia. She had been leading the way at a leisurely pace, though the following Katsura's remark, she stopped and gave him a concerned look.

"I'll be fine, Tia.", he said in response. "I just didn't think that this heat would be so much worse then what I put up with back home. In any case, we're already over halfway there, so there's no sense in turning back now."

For the past several days the ancient Isle of Talas has experienced a bizarre series of unexplained psychic events finally resulting in the largest sandstorm ever recorded in the land's history which has unearthed the remains of an ancient city inhabited by what scientists believe to be the rarely ever sighted Unown Pokémon.

Very protective of their ruined city, the Unown are making it difficult for archaeologists and scientists alike to access the area to study the Pokémon themselves or the inscriptions left behind by an ancient race of humans who appear to have lived in harmony with these mysterious Pokémon.

Most disturbingly, another psychic sandstorm, even larger than the one that has unearthed these ancient ruins, is on its way and expected to bury the city within 24 hours. Leaders of the academic world are calling upon Pokémon trainers in the vicinity to help capture all forms of Unown before the city is lost forever!

"Well that was a bust," Charm explaimed. Trudding along the sandy paths with a like-minded Combusken, Apollo, by his side. "That Charmeleon in the Southern Pyramid ended up being so strong that we had to make a break for it." Apollo crowed in disagreement, not accepting the cowardice explanation.

"... Yeah, you're right. But it was freakin' CHARMELEON! You know that's one of my favorite Pokemon, how could I possibly concentrate on battling it when all I'd want to do is catch it?!" Apollo stayed silent, not like he could talk anyway, but he knew Charm better than anyone else; there's no arguing with him when it concerns his love for Fire-type Pokemon.

"Anyways, what's done is done." They continued walking for an hour until they came across an ancient looking city. "So this is the supposedly new city that's full of those Unowns," he remarked. He looked across the old and worn out buildings and the dozens of trainers running through the streets to capture the Unowns. "Apparently this place won't be here for long, so let's grab one of these Unowns while we can before these other trainers take them all!" The duo sprint off with newfound energy, awaiting any Unown that dares to come their way.

For the past several days the ancient Isle of Talas has experienced a bizarre series of unexplained psychic events finally resulting in the largest sandstorm ever recorded in the land's history which has unearthed the remains of an ancient city inhabited by what scientists believe to be the rarely ever sighted Unown Pokémon.

Very protective of their ruined city, the Unown are making it difficult for archaeologists and scientists alike to access the area to study the Pokémon themselves or the inscriptions left behind by an ancient race of humans who appear to have lived in harmony with these mysterious Pokémon.

Most disturbingly, another psychic sandstorm, even larger than the one that has unearthed these ancient ruins, is on its way and expected to bury the city within 24 hours. Leaders of the academic world are calling upon Pokémon trainers in the vicinity to help capture all forms of Unown before the city is lost forever!

“For a bug, you’re way too heavy Euen…” James said, tripping over his own shoes. The Shuckle continued to flip the pages of his book on Unown- the more information, the better. “Besides-“ James fell again and picked himself up. “An Unown might be really cool. He could teach you a thing or two about himself, right?” Euen just shook his head as James dropped his backpack into the sand and picked it up quickly, almost spilling the contents. “So, you’re saying you aren’t interested at all?” Another shake of Euen’s head. “Well, fine then. But you and Nevile are the only two who won’t get torn to shreads from this sandstorm, so expect to battle.” The mold pokémon sighed, and WITHDREW into his shell. James let out a sigh and raised the shell of his companion to protect him from the sand storm that was only getting harsher.

For the past several days the ancient Isle of Talas has experienced a bizarre series of unexplained psychic events finally resulting in the largest sandstorm ever recorded in the land's history which has unearthed the remains of an ancient city inhabited by what scientists believe to be the rarely ever sighted Unown Pokémon.

Very protective of their ruined city, the Unown are making it difficult for archaeologists and scientists alike to access the area to study the Pokémon themselves or the inscriptions left behind by an ancient race of humans who appear to have lived in harmony with these mysterious Pokémon.

Most disturbingly, another psychic sandstorm, even larger than the one that has unearthed these ancient ruins, is on its way and expected to bury the city within 24 hours. Leaders of the academic world are calling upon Pokémon trainers in the vicinity to help capture all forms of Unown before the city is lost forever!

“Come and knock on our door.”

Hugo sang, sounding somewhat bored, as he wandered into the Lost City. He looked back at Kingler, almost cuing him to join in. Kingler stares at Hugo blankly.

“We’ve been waiting for…you!”

Still nothing from Kingler.

“Where the…something….something…THREE’S COMPANY, TOO!”

Kingler stops in his tracks, rolling his eyes.

“Look, man, I’m trying to keep us entertained, if you don’t want to join, fine. You don’t have to be a jerk about it.”

Hugo stops, and Kingler meanders up to him. The large crab clicks its massive pincers at different speeds to entertain itself.

“Focus!” Hugo shouted, looking at a map. “Looks like we’re here…now where are the Unown….”

For the past several days the ancient Isle of Talas has experienced a bizarre series of unexplained psychic events finally resulting in the largest sandstorm ever recorded in the land's history which has unearthed the remains of an ancient city inhabited by what scientists believe to be the rarely ever sighted Unown Pokémon.

Very protective of their ruined city, the Unown are making it difficult for archaeologists and scientists alike to access the area to study the Pokémon themselves or the inscriptions left behind by an ancient race of humans who appear to have lived in harmony with these mysterious Pokémon.

Most disturbingly, another psychic sandstorm, even larger than the one that has unearthed these ancient ruins, is on its way and expected to bury the city within 24 hours. Leaders of the academic world are calling upon Pokémon trainers in the vicinity to help capture all forms of Unown before the city is lost forever!

Alph. A city thought to be lost in Talas, it is said none of its inhabitants were even remotely human. They were all supposedly one Pokemon: Unown. Now, Hyrem hadn't thought much about the idea of having an Unown on his team, but since scientists were requesting the aid of any and all trainers to capture them, it wasn't exactly something to pass up. He did need a Pokemon that could withstand the harsh desert, however, but who better to ask than Icarus, his Skarmory? His Steel-typing meant he'd be able to withstand the sandstorms, should they come across any; that wasn't something any of Hyrem's other Pokemon could say about themselves. Plus, he'd be able to Fly Hyrem there, which meant he wouldn't have to walk for miles and miles. Icarus was simply the perfect candidate for this adventure.

And he was excited about it, too. It would be the Skarmory's first real adventure, and if he were to have success here he'd have more than a tall tale to brag to his adoring fans about! "Skaarrrr!" he cawed happily as he soared over the desert carrying his trainer on his back. "Heh, I'll bet you're loving this, huh?" Hyrem asked Icarus. "Skar skar!" he screeched again, nodding to affirm his trainer's remark. "So, according to this map, it shouldn't be long before we're there!" Hyrem said, looking at the parchment everyone was apparently given. "You know, we just might find some other trainers there, maybe even some friends of ours! I can't wait, let's speed up, Ice!"

"Skarrr!" Icarus nodded again before hastening his flight towards the Unown-filled chambers of the City of Alph.

For the past several days the ancient Isle of Talas has experienced a bizarre series of unexplained psychic events finally resulting in the largest sandstorm ever recorded in the land's history which has unearthed the remains of an ancient city inhabited by what scientists believe to be the rarely ever sighted Unown Pokémon.

Very protective of their ruined city, the Unown are making it difficult for archaeologists and scientists alike to access the area to study the Pokémon themselves or the inscriptions left behind by an ancient race of humans who appear to have lived in harmony with these mysterious Pokémon.

Most disturbingly, another psychic sandstorm, even larger than the one that has unearthed these ancient ruins, is on its way and expected to bury the city within 24 hours. Leaders of the academic world are calling upon Pokémon trainers in the vicinity to help capture all forms of Unown before the city is lost forever!

Chad approached the outskirts of the Lost City of Alph. He had never been to this Isle before, so this whole part of Fizzytopia was brand new to him. While his parents had told him many stories of their travels, they never mentioned the Lost City to him. It was a shame they were off exploring the Abundant Shrine in Eastern Unova. He would have enjoyed going on an expedition here with him.

“Koal…” a voice came from behind Chad. It was that of his golden Torkoal who was following behind his trainer. Chad turned around for his chosen partner.

“There you are,” Chad said. “You almost blend in with the sand except for your shell.” Chad looked around. He saw other trainers gathering around to help out. He also noticed that a majority of these trainers had various Ghost Pokemon accompanying them. “Lots of Ghost Pokemon here, Torkoal. Maybe these other trainers were more experienced to know what they’re up against.”

“Tor Koal,” Chad’s Torkoal sounded a little disappointed in himself.

“Don’t worry about it bud,” Chad knelt down beside the Coal Pokemon and pats him on his head and neck. “We’ll be fine. I believe in you. If push comes to shove, I’m sure Shelmet wouldn’t mind getting some battle action.”

Chad stood up and began walking towards the city. “Come on Torkoal. Let’s discover something new!”

For the past several days the ancient Isle of Talas has experienced a bizarre series of unexplained psychic events finally resulting in the largest sandstorm ever recorded in the land's history which has unearthed the remains of an ancient city inhabited by what scientists believe to be the rarely ever sighted Unown Pokémon.

Very protective of their ruined city, the Unown are making it difficult for archaeologists and scientists alike to access the area to study the Pokémon themselves or the inscriptions left behind by an ancient race of humans who appear to have lived in harmony with these mysterious Pokémon.

Most disturbingly, another psychic sandstorm, even larger than the one that has unearthed these ancient ruins, is on its way and expected to bury the city within 24 hours. Leaders of the academic world are calling upon Pokémon trainers in the vicinity to help capture all forms of Unown before the city is lost forever!

The task Myrrh was about to undertake seemed pretty straightforward. He had about 24 hours to try and catch as many Unown as he could so that the scientists and archaeologists could research the ancient city before it is too late, or something like that. He was excited that he had the chance to explore the place and to potentially catch some Unown, but besides the task didn't seem too difficult. The short time limit didn't give him any sense of urgency, he was actually going to try and wing it.

It wasn't until he neared the ancient city that Myrrh had the sense to have one of his pokemon friends out with him.
"Hm, I think I'll use you. Come on out Volts." A blue-striped, white rodent should have appeared, but instead this Pachirisu was all Orange. Volts was raring to go, for Myrrh had told all his pokemon what they were going to do.
"Heh, maybe you need a new nickname to go with your new color Volts. An orange portmanteau....oran-volt, oran-shock.....Er, maybe a naranja one. Naranja-rat....Nara-raton...Naraton!.....these are lame-hey, were are you going!?"

Volts wasn't really paying attention (who could blame him?) and began to make his way to the ancient city. Myrrh quickly followed. Volts should be able to keep Myrrh on track....

For the past several days the ancient Isle of Talas has experienced a bizarre series of unexplained psychic events finally resulting in the largest sandstorm ever recorded in the land's history which has unearthed the remains of an ancient city inhabited by what scientists believe to be the rarely ever sighted Unown Pokémon.

Very protective of their ruined city, the Unown are making it difficult for archaeologists and scientists alike to access the area to study the Pokémon themselves or the inscriptions left behind by an ancient race of humans who appear to have lived in harmony with these mysterious Pokémon.

Most disturbingly, another psychic sandstorm, even larger than the one that has unearthed these ancient ruins, is on its way and expected to bury the city within 24 hours. Leaders of the academic world are calling upon Pokémon trainers in the vicinity to help capture all forms of Unown before the city is lost forever!

Wisps of sand flew through the air as Eric and his Drifloon, Sebastian, trudged across the desert in search of the lost city of Alph. There had been many rumors buzzing across Fizzytopia regarding this ancient city, for it had only recently been discovered after a psychic storm unearthed it from the sand. Unown were said to have made this place their home thousands of years beforehand, interacting regularly with many of the humans of the time period; supposedly, this same breed of Pokémon were now making it difficult for archaeologists to access different areas that make up Alph. A cry for help was issued throughout the Pokémon Centre's of the land, and now Eric found himself on his way to aid in capturing these Pokémon. The arrival of the Unown and the strange psychic events occurring on Talas sparked his interest greatly, and he couldn't help but wonder if these two events were in any way related.

The sun overhead was well into its descent whenever Eric finally caught his first glimpses of the ancient city. "Hey, there it is, Sebastian," Eric called, pointing toward a cluster of buildings that lay a few miles ahead of their current location. "Indeed, we must hurry," the Drifloon's voice echoed into Eric's mind as the ghost Pokémon spoke to him telepathically. Doubling his pace, Eric continued to glance at the sun warily along the way. Supposedly, another psychic storm was headed towards Alph and could potentially bury the city's contents once again. Eric knew what discoveries could be made if the city was examined thoroughly, and was very anxious to help out. Time was of the essence, though, so he urged Sebastian even faster as they continued their trek towards Alph...

For the past several days the ancient Isle of Talas has experienced a bizarre series of unexplained psychic events finally resulting in the largest sandstorm ever recorded in the land's history which has unearthed the remains of an ancient city inhabited by what scientists believe to be the rarely ever sighted Unown Pokémon.

Very protective of their ruined city, the Unown are making it difficult for archaeologists and scientists alike to access the area to study the Pokémon themselves or the inscriptions left behind by an ancient race of humans who appear to have lived in harmony with these mysterious Pokémon.

Most disturbingly, another psychic sandstorm, even larger than the one that has unearthed these ancient ruins, is on its way and expected to bury the city within 24 hours. Leaders of the academic world are calling upon Pokémon trainers in the vicinity to help capture all forms of Unown before the city is lost forever!

Stark stood atop a tall dune and looked out over the ancient city. His trusty Sandshrew Dusty at his side. It had been quite some time since he had been in Talas. The last time happened to be a mix of good and bad considering the ghostly circumstances that surrounded his last visit. Still, when he had been told about the freak sandstorms and the call for trainers by the orphans he had been sponsoring, there was little choice other than to do what he could to help. While archeology was a bit of a hobby of his, he couldn't say he was here to help the researchers. Ancient cities were lost and found all the time. He had experienced a few himself over the years since taking his first steps into the fields surrounding Mediville. No. He was here to help protect those he had come to care about on Talas. If that meant capturing some Unowns to do so then that was what he would do.

The trainer wiped his brow feeling the grit of the sand and dust scrape across his forehead as it turned to mud once mixed with the sweat that had formed there. The desert was never one of his favorite places. Even with his long blond hair pulled back so that only a few strands framed his face it was still warm. His red and black jacket with golden highlights had become as much a burden as it was a fashion statement even with it slung over his shoulder. Not the least of which he should have known better than to wear a black T-shirt and black jeans in such a warm area. All things considered, he was determined to never make these kind of clothing faux paus again. At least that was what he told himself.

Dusty on the other hand seemed to be loving every moment of it. Then again, why wouldn't he? It was definitely his kind of element as evidenced by the way he kept curling up and rolling around in the sand. Not only that, but this was the first real adventure the little guy had been able to go on with his trainer. Sure they had spent some time together training and doing little things like decorating the secret base, but this was completely different. This was real bonding time. A chance for the little shrew to really show his trainer what he could do.

Stark smiled down at his partner and looked off toward the city. There were far more trainers showing up than he had anticipated. Many were already taking their first steps into the ruins. No doubt some were here to help while others had come in search of a rather rare pokemon. Regardless, Stark began taking his first steps toward the ruins lest he miss his own opportunity to make a difference while his partner rolled down the dune with a giddy almost laugh-like sound causing the trainer to pause for a second while he watched the little bowling ball of a pokemon leave a trail of dust in his wake.

"Really?" the blond haired trainer exasperated as he spat out some of the sand that hit him in the aftermath of his partners joy, "I know you don't get out much, but come on!" With a sigh Stark continued his trek toward the ruins and whatever mysteries awaited. "And don't get too far ahead of me!"

"Wonderful..." mouthed the young trainer from Sherpie Town as he looked at the rectangular flat box placed across the couch from the Pokémon Center. He turned to his companion, who was busy at the moment, just as the segment on the TV ended, "This is what we've been waiting for Judis!" The small land crocodile ignored her trainer as she continued to chew on her food. "Judis! This is exactly where we are heading. We need to help those researchers and learn more about those mysterious Pokémon that appeared in those ruins." The Sandile licked the last piece of food on her plate before burping, and then looked up at her trainer with a satisfied grin on her face, "Dile?" "You're right! We need to head there now before it is too late!" The Sandile knew too well what was about to happen. She rushed to the backpack and attached herself to the bag, just as Rob grabbed the bag with the Sandile, grunting as he picked it up.

"Okay, okay..." His mind began to race, "What exactly are we going to see when we get there?" he wondered, checking to make sure he had everything needed for this adventure, including the five Poké Balls that rested on his belt. "Ready?" The trainer asked the Sandile, who in the meantime was able to climb to her trainer's shoulder, "Sand-Sandile!" she responded enthusiastically, finally fully reflecting her trainer's excitement. Rob reached for Judis' head and patted it, with the Sandile grinning more than ever. "Let's go!" he said, as they both finally set off to help out the researchers in the The Lost City of Alph.

For the past several days the ancient Isle of Talas has experienced a bizarre series of unexplained psychic events finally resulting in the largest sandstorm ever recorded in the land's history which has unearthed the remains of an ancient city inhabited by what scientists believe to be the rarely ever sighted Unown Pokémon.

Very protective of their ruined city, the Unown are making it difficult for archaeologists and scientists alike to access the area to study the Pokémon themselves or the inscriptions left behind by an ancient race of humans who appear to have lived in harmony with these mysterious Pokémon.

Most disturbingly, another psychic sandstorm, even larger than the one that has unearthed these ancient ruins, is on its way and expected to bury the city within 24 hours. Leaders of the academic world are calling upon Pokémon trainers in the vicinity to help capture all forms of Unown before the city is lost forever!

"Curious. Most curious..." As Kin glanced around, those words could be heard many, many times. In response, his Cherubi, Sundance, couldn't help but roll his eyes from his usual perch on Kin's shoulder. Glancing back, Kin couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Come on, Sundance! You have to admit that this is amazing! There's a reason the Unown are, well, unknown! Who knows what kind of relics could be found in these ancient ruins! And whatever we find out can be passed on to the researchers, right? Or... They could pass information on to us." Kin's grin at this point appeared almost evil, but Sundance knew that it was just a sign of Kin about to get in over his head. Again. And, charging into the ruins, that's just what he did...

For the past several days the ancient Isle of Talas has experienced a bizarre series of unexplained psychic events finally resulting in the largest sandstorm ever recorded in the land's history which has unearthed the remains of an ancient city inhabited by what scientists believe to be the rarely ever sighted Unown Pokémon.

Very protective of their ruined city, the Unown are making it difficult for archaeologists and scientists alike to access the area to study the Pokémon themselves or the inscriptions left behind by an ancient race of humans who appear to have lived in harmony with these mysterious Pokémon.

Most disturbingly, another psychic sandstorm, even larger than the one that has unearthed these ancient ruins, is on its way and expected to bury the city within 24 hours. Leaders of the academic world are calling upon Pokémon trainers in the vicinity to help capture all forms of Unown before the city is lost forever!

The outlaw. Wes felt a gust of scorching wind as he confronted the rolling miles of desert, the storm kicking up sprays of sand as it broke across the great dunes of Talas. The gale quickly paved over the kid’s footprints, leaving no testimony to his brief stint in the desert bazaar. Much to Wes’s chagrin he’d been banned from every one of the market’s stalls, the consequence of a cursed mirror he’d encountered that Halloween. Taking one fleeting look at the town, supplies dwindling, he boldly pressed on into the whistling sahara. A good twenty minutes passed before Wes gave in to boredom. He’d convinced himself he was going in circles, passing the same boulder and cactus at least twice. The desert sun bore down on him like a blazing inferno, the blistering sand scratching against his bare feet. The kid’s mouth was bone dry, his sandpaper tongue rough against the roof of his mouth, his lips cracking as he opened wide for another ration of water. Pouring the last dregs of his supply down his gullet, a cool tingling sensation whisked him away from his sweaty anguish – if only for a moment.

Since the start of his trek Wes had been subconsciously stoking the face of the Rock Ball in his shorts pocket, entertaining the idea of company no matter how responsive. After passing the boulder and cactus for a third time, tensions rose and he finally gave into this urge. In one fluid motion Wes brandished the Pokéball and lobbed it a few meters forward. Nuzzling into the soft sand, the ball suddenly cracked open in a burst of light. As the light faded the sharp ridges of a reptilian Pokémon in its late pupa stage took shape. The Pupitar’s dark eyes quickly scanned the perimeter, homing in on Wes who reciprocated with a wide smile. Taiko was suited perfectly the desert environment, his greyish-blue carapace impermeable to harsh sandstorms. And if the rumours were true, Wes would need one of his strongest powerhouses to tackle what lay ahead. “Keep baring north buddy, I’ve got a feeling we’re getting close”, Wes patted the hard shell before breaking back into a stride. Taiko gave a gruff nod, venting gases from his body to keep pace. Wes felt a wretch at the pit of his stomach as they drew toward a descent, clenching his fists as he prepared to enter the great unown.

For the past several days the ancient Isle of Talas has experienced a bizarre series of unexplained psychic events finally resulting in the largest sandstorm ever recorded in the land's history which has unearthed the remains of an ancient city inhabited by what scientists believe to be the rarely ever sighted Unown Pokémon.

Very protective of their ruined city, the Unown are making it difficult for archaeologists and scientists alike to access the area to study the Pokémon themselves or the inscriptions left behind by an ancient race of humans who appear to have lived in harmony with these mysterious Pokémon.

Most disturbingly, another psychic sandstorm, even larger than the one that has unearthed these ancient ruins, is on its way and expected to bury the city within 24 hours. Leaders of the academic world are calling upon Pokémon trainers in the vicinity to help capture all forms of Unown before the city is lost forever!

Another adventure, none other too soon...

Frinth descended with His Treecko on the top of his shoulder, one named Trick. "So, Frinth.... A Psychic type this time, eh? He should be a nice addition to our team if ever you catch one."
"I have to make sure we get one as fast as possible. . According to the info I've received, we only have twenty-four hours left to spare before the sand engulfs the area. We may also have to archive different inscriptions for decryption, which will hopefully give us clues on finding these greatly fascinating creatures..."Frinth said excitedly.

"Uhh...."Trick replied speechless.
"Excellent! Now let us move on. I'll leave the Citadel right on top so we may leave as soon as we came once we have met our goals."

Trick hopped off Frinth's shoulder, taking a stride alongside him. His footsteps glided over the sandy ground, and he examined around as he walked. Frinth then thought, Any letter would do. as long as I get to help contribute something to help others know more about these pokemon.

Archaeology in general has always been of keen interest to Tess so upon hearing of the unearthing of the mysterious Lost City of Alph and the approaching sandstorm that may well bury it again, Tess didn't want to miss her chance. Add to that a trainer bulletin had been issued, and she wasted no time in making her way to the site more as a matter of curiosity than in any real desire to help scientists lock up and study these ancient creatures.

Soaring across the Isle of Talas Tess holds firmly onto Skye, feeling the wind blow through her hair as the Flying Pokémon approaches the newly uncovered site. Looking upon the ruins from above Tess is quietly surprised at the size of the site, not having expected it to encompass such a large area. She smiles, certain she'll be able to slip away from the crowd of trainers gathering at the ruins in order to explore alone and at her own pace.

Coming in to land a distance away from the gathering crowd of trainers Tess strokes Skye affectionately, thanking her for the ride before recalling the Pidgeot for a well-deserved rest. Clipping Skye's ball to her belt Tess' fingers instinctively wrap around the smooth, warm surface of Tempest's ball, ready to unlatch it. She stops, however, re-evaluating the situation. Considering what they're up against it makes perfect sense to ensure she's accompanied by a dark type, and although she's rather fond of Tempest's company she's not allowed herself much one-on-one time with her other Pokémon for quite some time. Hesitating for another few moments she releases the Houndoom's ball from her grasp, instead removing Blaze's Pokéball and releasing the Blaziken in one fluid motion. It may not make much sense walking a fighting type into a psychic lair but she knows he can handle it.

Smiling at her fiery guardian Tess nods toward the ruins of the Lost City of Alph. "How do you feel about exploring the Unown?" she asks, looking forward to the adventure. Always his overly cautious self Blaze scans the site warily before slowly nodding his assent and joining Tess as she begins walking toward the ancient ruins.

For the past several days the ancient Isle of Talas has experienced a bizarre series of unexplained psychic events finally resulting in the largest sandstorm ever recorded in the land's history which has unearthed the remains of an ancient city inhabited by what scientists believe to be the rarely ever sighted Unown Pokémon.

Very protective of their ruined city, the Unown are making it difficult for archaeologists and scientists alike to access the area to study the Pokémon themselves or the inscriptions left behind by an ancient race of humans who appear to have lived in harmony with these mysterious Pokémon.

Most disturbingly, another psychic sandstorm, even larger than the one that has unearthed these ancient ruins, is on its way and expected to bury the city within 24 hours. Leaders of the academic world are calling upon Pokémon trainers in the vicinity to help capture all forms of Unown before the city is lost forever!

OoC: Hope I'm not too late.

Matthew's Pokédex buzzed with activity of evacuation warnings, 24 hour news updates and scientist pleas. It was a busy day in Fizzy Bubbles history; the discovery of a new lost city in Talas sent a ripple of hype through the region's vast network of scientists, but a prediction of an incoming psychic storm in 24 hours signaled massive danger. The sun beat down with insatiable heat as Matthew flicked his Pokédex open once more, searching for the latest notification of the news.

Sweat dripped down Matthew Brown's face as he wiped his forehead with one hand, shaking off the beads of moisture running down his hand. Wiping his hand on his jeans he continued on, his shoes quietly crunched against the sand as he fought his way through the dunes. The trainer had ditched his leather jacket, the region's insatiable and world-renowned heat causing Matthew to travel with just jeans and a t-shirt, the latter a plain red v-necked t-shirt to both reflect the heat and also avoid pit-stains while adventuring.

A Shieldon accompanied him on his journey, the ceratopsian-like reptilian Pokemon taking the heat in its stride as it bounded along the sand, opposite to the trainer as he dragged his heavy feet through the granules. He looked at his Pokemon with jealousy, its tiny size negating its steel typing, and while most Steel types suffer in the heat, the small Shieldon seemed to take it in his stride; infuriating Matthew even further. Matthew was not used to this type of weather, preferring the cold to whatever this was, a heatwave to most people but probably a normal day for Sobek, at least, that's what the guide said. Whipping warm winds kicked up sand at regular intervals, causing both trainer and Pokémon to stop and protect themselves, only increasing the time taken to get to the Lost City of Alph.

He looked down at the Pokémon by his side, a young one in comparison to those who came before, but with the current state of his team in a far younger stage he was around the same level, the fossil Pokémon showing great potential. He stooped down, stroking the top of the fossil-types head. It was their first adventure together, the first Shieldon in the Fizzy Bubbles region was finally ready for the test in front of him and Matthew was confident the shield-Pokémon would take it in his stride.

Matthew's shoes quietly crunched against the sand as he fought his way through the dunes, his bag weighing down his shoulder as he packed it full of Pokéballs, the opportunity to repay scientists for their innovation in recovering fossil-types the least the young man could do, and the need to help any struggling human beings escape the danger zone was his duty as a Pokémon trainer....

OoC - If it's not too late, I'd like to join. Though I seem to having trouble quoting as well as editing my profile/P.C., so for the purposes of this post please consider Rhydon and Swalot as in my active party.

When Jess first heard the news report about an ancient city’s carcass unearthed, followed by an appeal for trainers to come forth and capture its guardians who denied all archaeologists’ attempts at approach, the girl wrinkled her nose at the notion of carelessly confining these creatures that fought so fiercely and firmly for their freedom. If the city’s secrets were so important to them, then she would say let them rest in peace. At least for now. Perhaps in the future they will decide to leave the place of their own accord. Until then, couldn’t humans have some patience? Another psychic storm would surely come someday.

Besides, she had the feeling there was more to this story than met the surface. Maybe it was best not to disturb the past, for people’s sake as much as Pokémon’s. Who knew, they might be protecting the final traces of humanity’s downfall for good reason. Whatever answers lay buried within those walls, was it really worth the potential risks? These “Unown”, as it were, might be warning of danger…

Jess shook her head, thinking she must be overthinking, and reached for the remote to shut down the black box as it switched from scenes of sand-coated flocks of fools first-respondents to a studio reporter blabbing on about letters and inscriptions. However, she found the control clutched tightly in her Swalot’s Sticky Hold for some reason, and try as she might she could not persuade it loose. Ruby eyes shone as he stared raptured at the screen, scanning the fuzzy photos of strange symbols. Squinting as if to try and decipher the meaning.

Jess smiled, glad to see Gumpy displaying such keen interest in something other than food for once. He had recently grown addicted to crime/mystery dramas, and had even taken up reading the great adventures of Sherlock Holmes, which he devoured almost as hungrily as the ramen noodles he often ate in honor of his secondary – somewhat sillier – hero. He even begged her to start buying a certain brand of Fizzy Bubbles cereal for breakfast, downing a whole box of it in one go in order to reach the prize at the end: a “super-special awesome” secret decoder ring. He was twisting it and his moustache now in deep concentration, furrowing his brow as he checked back and forth against the blurred character descriptions in the image. Jessica chuckled and held up her hands in defeat.

“Say, Detective Gumshoe, how would you like to take a trip to Talas to see those signs up close? Maybe you can solve the mystery those scientists can’t.”

Gumpy turned to his trainer with wide eyes as bright as stars, before clearing his throat and gracefully grabbing his green coat, cap, and cape, donning them with dignity. Though he was certainly excited over his very first case, he would still strive to carry himself with great pride. Jessica didn’t dare laugh as he then proceeded to pointlessly place a plaster on his cheek and fake moustache over his own, puffing bubbles from his toy pipe. He looked ridiculous trying to combine two styles in the first place, but she simply couldn’t refuse his requests. Besides, he did look rather dapper when the light struck a perfect pose just right, usually in profile. Suppressing her giggles, she grinned as she gave her own Watson impression.

“Well then, old friend, shall we be off? I do believe our boy Rocky can give us a lift. Let us see what adventure awaits.”

The first hours...

Missingno. Master: Although you're the first to arrive you soon see that trainers are flocking to the area. You can see them in the distance approaching the ruined city, some coming in by air, others across the land, and are overwhelmed by what is happening. This is big, you're a part of it, and you can't wait to get started! Finally slowing as you approach the camp on the outskirts of the city you're greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Soon after you're entering a tunnel whose walls are etched with ancient symbols while Myrtle follows along behind. She's nervous, receiving distinctively bad vibes from her surroundings, when a moment later an Unown O appears, crackling with electricity...

Food Guy: Feeling in surprisingly good spirits despite your walk through the desert, you're even more impressed to see that you're only the second trainer to have reached the makeshift camp set up on the outskirts of the Lost City of Alph. Pleased with this as you're hoping it means you'll have a better chance at catching more Unown than the straggling trainers, you're trying to warm Acorn up to the adventure without a great deal of luck. First glyphs, then Unown, and to top it off a 24 hour time limit! Your little Nuzleaf is not impressed :/ Soon distracted from your thoughts by Professor Spencer Hale who greets you with a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs, you look to the man with interest. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Before long you're entering what was once a person's home, an Unown Z hovering in the corner glowing with fighting energy...

takkupanda: Riding your Arcanine into the makeshift campsite set up by Pokémon professors, researchers, and journalists upon the outskirts of the recently unveiled City of Alph, you're brimming with excitement at the prospect of capturing your first Pokémon. The fact your first capture could end up being such a rare Pokémon is just icing on the proverbial cake! Greeted by Professor Spencer Hale, a prominent Pokémon Researcher, he hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Not wasting any time you head into the ruins and within minutes find yourself confronted with a rather intimidating looking Pawniard. Definitely not what you'd expected to see, but interesting nonetheless...

uhhhhh: While wandering the great open desert plains of the Talas desert you find yourself stumbling across the ruins of an ancient city, completely oblivious to the fact that trainers from across the globe are descending upon the site in droves. Being one of the first few to arrive you find it's pretty quiet when out of nowhere one of the researchers from the campsite on the outskirts of the city approaches you, explaining what is happening whilst handing you a satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," the professor pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" You're not sure what he means by "sandstorm" and very little else made sense either, but he did just give away 12 Pokéballs so you take the satchel without another thought. Heading into the ruins only a few minutes pass before you're confronted by an Unown D bristling with bug energy...

MarbleZone: Proud and excited to have been asked to take part in the expedition to record the goings on of the mysterious Unown, you tuck your letter of invitation away safely before calling Zion out to accompany you on your trek out into the Talasian desert. Several hours later you're one of the first few to arrive at the makeshift campsite erected by the scientific community eager to uncover the mysteries of the ruined city. Soon after you're greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Before long you're entering the corridors of the ancient site and it doesn't take long before a mysterious Unown I appears before you, practically vibrating with ground energy...

Lass El: With a Spearow upon your shoulder and hot desert sand in your shoes you trudge along until you reach the Lost City of Alph which seems to be a hive of activity. A makeshift campsite has been set up by Pokémon researchers, professors, and journalists, and before long a professor by the name of Spencer Hale greets you with a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Eager to get started you enter the ancient site, only minutes later confronted by an Unown T vibrating with ground energy...

allishinca: Arriving at the newly uncovered Lost City of Alph with your little Eevee in tow you're soon greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Hoping your Gracidea brings you good luck you enter the ruins, and before long Vivi finds herself staring into the watching eye of an Unown Z who is radiating fighting energy...

Marion Ette: Approaching the ancient City of Alph which is now laying exposed and helpless upon the vast desert plains, open to the probing eyes of humans for the first time in aeons, you definitely know you're not feeling quite like yourself. If the ruins had conscious thought they'd probably be feeling rather violated by the intrusion of trainers, researchers and the like, in much the same way you are by your own Pokémon. Soon greeted by Professor Spencer Hale, he hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Sweeping past the over-excited researcher, you enter the confines of the first chamber leading into the main part of the ruins, and while walking along one of the inner corridors find yourself confronted by an Unown ? who seems a little wary about what's going on with you. It's vibrating with fighting energy and doesn't appear to be going anywhere...

Takeo: Eager to prove yourself to Larvitar you have her accompany you on your expedition to the newly unveiled Lost City of Alph that has been buried far beneath the desert sand for aeons. Why it has appeared now is anyone's guess but you're not about to waste such an opportunity and arrive at the site sweating after such a hard run through the dry desert heat. Arriving at the makeshift camp set up by Pokémon professors, researchers, and journalists here to examine the area you're soon greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Quite keen to help out you enter the ancient city, surprised to find an Unown K radiating water energy appear almost immediately...

CyberBlastoise: A place of archaeological significance that could be explored... You needed no other reason than this to visit the area but the fact there is a very real threat the city may again be lost beneath the desert sands within the next 24 hours, and suddenly you're racing to the area like the devil himself is on your tail. Finally arriving at the outskirts of the lost city you're awestruck by its beauty and want to stay for as long as it takes to examine every last nook and cranny but with time being an issue you're happy just to see what you can. As you walk toward the city you're greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" A short time later, while wandering throughout the corridors of the ancient site, you find yourself confronted by an Unown K glowing with grass energy who doesn't appear at all willing to let you pass....

Kairne: With feet tough as rock you walk barefoot through the hot desert sand, your little Foongus sitting atop your head, amazed by all she can see. Entering the campsite on the outskirts of the Lost City of Alph you're soon greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Anita bops excitedly at the prospect of adventure, barely able to contain herself as you enter the ruined city, but suddenly stops abruptly when coming eye to eye with an Unown C brimming with psychic energy...

Balmund: Always happy to lend a helping hand whenever and wherever it is needed, you waste no time in making your way to the newly unearthed City of Alph. Knowing how important it is to study the past to gain a better insight into the present and future, if there is anything you can do to help the scientific community perform their important roles then you'll do it. Kurthnaga swoops in low over the site, the meer sight of your prehistoric Pokémon causing many heads to turn. Landing upon the outskirts of the city you're greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Shortly afterwards you enter the ancient halls of the lost city, awestruck by the multitude of symblos on the walls, then as you enter an inner chamber find yourself confronted by an Unown W brimming with ghost energy...

Arc_Angel: Adrenaline pumping, you're hardly even feeling the pain after having run through the desert for the past few hours. The final stretch is before you now, so racing across the sand to the makeshift campsite set up by the scientific community on the outskirts of the ruins Maddie comes to a halt as you're both greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Soon after, walking along the corridors of the ancient city with Maddie by your side, you sense something watching you and spin around to see an Unown Z glowing with grass energy staring at you from amongst the shadows...

Shadowshocker: The scientist within is drawing you toward the site of the newly unveiled Lost City of Alph where the rarely seen Unown, said to live in an alternate dimension, have reportedly been seen in droves in recent days. Clearly something is going on here, and you certainly don't want to be missing it. Upon arrival at the makeshift campsite on the outskirts of the lost city you're greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Happy to help you're soon walking into a chamber inside of the lost city, amazed by the inscriptions on the walls when a strange humming noise catches your attention. Turning your head to find the source you find yourself eye to eye with an Unown N oozing poison energy...

Celebii 151: Your trek through the Talasian desert has been tiring to say the least, and even though Phanpy has enjoyed his stroll even he appears relieved to have finally reached your destination - the newly unveiled Lost City of Alph. You take a moment to look upon the site before approaching the makeshift campsite set up by Pokémon researchers, professors, and journalists eager to uncover the mysteries of the ancient city where you are greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Several minutes later you're examing inscriptions on one of the temple walls when you come across an Unown O bristling with fighting energy who doesn't appear to be at all pleased by your presence...

Meetan: Not exactly thrilled to be returning to an area that has caused you nothing but trouble, the mystery surrounding the Unown is the only real drawcard Talas has to offer for you at this point in time. But what a drawcard it is. The mysterious Unown are now fact, not fiction. No longer fairytale lore they are real, and if the rumours are true you're about to land yourself in a pile of psychic trouble. Swinub stops at the edge of the campsite that has been erected by Pokémon professors, researchers, and journalists, a little wary of those trying to harness the energy of such an ancient species of Pokémon. It is then that you are met by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" A short time later you're walking along a corridor within the confines of the lost city when you sense something nearby and turn your head to find an Unown I radiating flying energy staring back at you...

OkikuMew: If you can please refrain from using first person narrative I'll appreciate it. If this weren't a campaign I would have skipped you.

Heading into the Talasian desert in search of the newly unearthed Lost City of Alph it doesn't take long for you to find the ancient ruins. upon reaching the makeshift campsite you're greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Before long you're staring at the hieroglyphs on the walls of the ancient structure when Unown W appears, radiating fighting energy...

fishyfool: With your pumpkin coloured Lunatone in tow you head for the newly unearthed ruins of the ancient city of Alph hoping to uncover the mysteries of the Unown. Greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs, you look to the man with interest. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Soon after you're venturing along one of the many corridors when an Unown P appears, shimmering with ghost energy...

Plight of Leon: With Yanmega your reluctant sidekick for this adventure you arrive at the makeshift campsite set up by Pokémon professors, researchers, and journalists, all of whom are after answers they most likely will not be able to find with such a short frame of time to work with. Going from the growing number of trainers you can see arriving in repsonse to the bulletin, however, then perhaps they'll at least be able to find some of them. You're soon greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Shortly afterwards you're studying the inscriptions on one of the temple walls when and Unown O appears radiating rock energy and it doesn't look at all pleased to see you...

myahoo: Yearning to experience something outside the realm of normal, it appears you've found the right place. The ancient ruins of the Lost City of Alph are spread out before you upon the desert sand while the scientific community as well as tourists and trainers are flocking to the area in the hope of witnessing the mysterious Unown Pokémon for themselves. Just outside the city's parameters you're greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Eager for your chance to encounter one of these rare entities you enter the ruins and within moments are confronted by an Unown M who doesn't appear to want you to go any further. It's crackling with Ice energy, and appears hell-bent on using it if necessary...

Mon1010: Making what would have to be one of the most awkward entrances any trainer has seen in quite some time, many eyes turn to you as you attempt to have your Togetic fly you into the site. Some smile, some frown, some outright laugh, while others look like they want to report you to the police for Pokémon cruelty, but regardless of your means of transportation you've arrived at your intended destination and have wisely decided that another mode of transport will be more appropriate in future. Met by Professor Spencer Hale who greets you with a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs, you look to the man with interest. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Not wasting another moment you enter the newly unearthed city in search of adventure when an Unown K glowing with bug energy appears before you, unwilling to allow you to proceed any further...

John's Knight: Dry desert heat is unpleasant at the best of times, but when your mischievous partner in crime is doing everything in his power to trip you up every step of the way just for a laugh then this kind of trek doesn't end up being as enjoyable as it otherwise could be. Finally reaching the recently unearthed Lost City of Alph you breathe a sigh of relief, glad for the shade that its chambers, hallways, and temples will provide. Soon greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs, you look to the man with interest. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Soon afterward you're walking along a long corridor when an appears before you radiating dragon energy and it doesn't appear all too happy to see you...

gmoyes: Luckily you'd not been too far from the centre of what is currently the world news hot spot when word was released regarding the recently unveiled Lost City of Alph. Unown are by far one of the most rarely seen Pokémon, so rare that many still believe them to be myth. It appears, however, that Unown are not only real, but they've suddenly appeared in large numbers and there's no way you're going to allow the opportunity to study these Pokémon up close pass you by. It isn't long before you reach the makeshift campsite set up by Pokémon professors, researchers, and journalists on the outskirts of the ancient city and it is here that you meet Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Soon after you're examining an inscription on a wall of one of the temples when an Unown L containing a mass of bug energy appears to want you to take a hike...

Son_of_Shadows: Due to your mode of transport you'd arrived at the ruins of the Lost City of Alph later than you would have liked but you can see there are still many on their way and are relieved that at least you're not the last. Munna trudges along beside you, taking in the sights with awe, barely able to believe he's seeing what he's seeing when out of nowhere Professor Spencer Hale greets you with a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Shortly afterward you're standing in a room filled with hieroglyphs when you see an Unown Y hovering in the shadows, brimming with grass energy...

Rakurai: The trek across the vast desert sand is unpleasantly hot, the dry heat making the trip almost unbearable, so it is with a sigh of relief that you finally arrive at your destination and see the mysterious Lost City of Alph that appears to have many abodes and temples in which you will be able to take shelter. You've no sooner set foot into the campsite on the outskirts of the ancient city when Professor Spencer Hale greets you with a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Tia bops excitedly, hardly able to contain herself at the prospect of some adventure and quickly leads the way into the city's ruins where you are confronted only moments later by an Unown A sporting some serious flying energy that doesn't appear to want you to take another step forward...

Charminions: Eager to put your escape behind you, you concentrate on what is in front of you, and right now that happens to be the newly unveiled Lost City of Alph where many Unown are said to reside. Rumour has it this place won't last long so you want to ensure you at least have the opportunity to try and catch one of these Pokémon before they disappear. Approaching the outskirts of the city you're greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Very soon afterward Apollo stops dead in his tracks as you're walking along one of the many corridors located in the ruins when an Unown H appears, staring him straight in the eye and brimming with fighting energy...

Tyoyo3131: Hoping your Pokémon can protect you from the sandstorm that is due to hit the area in approximately 24 hours you approach the Lost City of Alph looking for adventure when you're greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Eager to get started you enter the city itself, examining the ruins and looking in all sorts of nooks and crannies until you eventually spy an Unown M vibrating with ground energy warily watching you...

King Ghidorah: Approaching the Lost City with your cranky Kingler you're greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Soon after you're searching the ruins for signs of the mysterious Pokémon when an Unown L appears glowing with psychic energy, and it's not looking at all pleased to see you...

Dark Searchman: Swooping low over the recently unearthed City of Alph you're amazed by its size, not having expected it to be such a large site. A person could get lost in there so it's probably a good thing that many of the structures are already semi collapsed. At least you can't get lost in the maze of corridors winding throughout the city. You've barely had time to stretch after landing on the outskirts of the ruins when you're greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Soon after you enter one of the many chambers dotting the city when you hear a low growl coming from a shadowy corner. Wondering what it could be you take a step closer, as does the Absol whose eyes are glowing deep red. It doesn't want you here and it appears the Disaster Pokémon will do what it needs to do to ensure you leave this place post haste...

jolteonjak: Torkoal is feeling quite at home out here in the desert and as you gather with many other trainers who have flocked to the area you hope your fiery sidekick is up for the job. That said, you're not exactly sure what it is you're up against but are quietly confident you'll get by no matter what is thrown at you. The newly unveiled Lost City of Alph is an amazing sight to behold, very much larger than you had expected, it's no wonder the scientific community is calling for Pokémon trainers to help. Approaching the site you're greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Soon after you're walking through the ruins of an ancient arena within the lost city when a Sigilyph suddenly swoops down from above. It appears rather protective of its territory and doesn't seem to think you should be here. Oh dear...

Myrrh: Despite having recently been pumpkinized, thankfully only colour-wise, Volts is in high spirits and is raring to go, beating you to the campsite set up by the scientific community on the outskirts of the newly unearthed Lost City of Alph and it is here that you are greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Not needing to be told twice you waste no time in entering the Lost City and are pleasantly surprised to encounter an Unown D within minutes. The mysterious Pokémon is charged with psychic energy but doesn't appear to be as happy to see you as you are to see it...

Thrain: The events surrounding the sudden appearance of the Lost City of Alph are curious indeed, made even moreso by the fact so much unexplained psychic activity is being unleashed in this one tiny area. Whatever is going on, dangerous or not, you don't want to miss your chance. While there is a possibility the city may be buried again at least now archaeologists have coordinates for the site so some digging should be able to unearth it again. You'd think... Upon arrival at the site you're greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Soon after you're walking along an ancient corridor that seems to be brimming with dark energy. Or perhaps that energy is emanating from the Unown A that has appeared to block your path...

Stark: Dusty is in his element way out here in the desert and is loving every second of it which is a far cry from your own feelings on the matter. Your attire hasn't exactly done you any favours as you're well aware that a little foresight will have better prepared you in the comfort stakes at least but you're here now, with the ruins just ahead. Surprised by just how large the site appears to be you head on over where you're greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" While your interest is more in protecting those you've come to care for in Talas than in aiding the professor or anyone else for that matter, you take what he has offered and enter the city limits, wondering if anything residing here really is a threat or if those descending upon the site are the real enemy. Your thoughts are soon interrupted, however, when an Unown H appears, bristling with bug energy, and apparently set on halting your progress...

Itzatrap: Thrilled to be setting out on a brand new adventure, especially one that has such an aura of mystery surrounding it, you trek way out into the Talasian desert where you eventually come across the sprawling ruins of the Lost City of Alph. Sandile can hardly wait, chomping excitedly as you near the site where you are greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" It doesn't take long before you're walking through the ruins of the lost city, amazed by the architecture and the hieroglyphs on the walls. While you're looking at one inscription on the wall one of the characters appears to blink. You jump, startled, when all of a sudden it comes to life, an Unown K humming with ground energy not appearing all too happy to see you...

Kindrindra: Charging toward the ruins of the recently unearthed lost city you're greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Not needing to be told twice you enter the site and before long are confronted by an Unown W seeping with poison energy...

Emp: The desert trek is uncomfortable to say the least, but boredom isn't something you'd counted on so you call Taiko out for company. The Pupitar is quite comfortable in these hot, dry conditions, and after travelling for a while you find yourselves at the outskirts of the newly unearthed Lost City of Alph where you are greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Soon after you're traversing one of the maze of corridors inside the city limits when an Unown F appears, glowing with ice energy...

Coolz8: Eager to help the scientific community with their research, and happy to try and catch one of these mysterious Pokémon for yourself, you set off into the Talasian desert in search of the Lost City of Alph which luckily isn't too hard to find at the moment with all of the hype currently surrounding the site. People can bee seen flying in on their Flying Pokémon, or by helicopter, or by walking or trekking across the hot desert sand. With everyone descending upon the site it's not too hard to spot. Upon arrival you're greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Soon after you find yourself walking along one of the maze of corridors within the city limits when an Unown N appears, glowing with bug energy and determined to keep you out...

Treepandaone: The land is abuzz with news of the mysterious appearance of the Lost City of Alph in the Talasian desert. Overrun with Unown which is what most had, until now, considered to be a mythical Pokémon, they are making it difficult for the scientific community to get in there and do their jobs which is where you come in. Always eager to help, and admittedly quite curious about the site as well, you arrive at the outskirts of the lost city and are soon greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Soon afterwards you're entering a large chamber inside of the city where you come across an Unown S crackling with electric energy who doesn't appear at all happy to see you...

Unimpressed by the interest arising from the sudden appearance of the ancient Lost City of Alph you look upon the news bulletin with disdain, feeling that humans should be leaving the site well enough alone. It is human nature to interfere, however, and despite the fact you may not approve of what is happening, you cannot deny the fact there is little to nothing you can do to change it. Gumpy has certainly taken a keen interest in the goings-on, however, and is riveted to the television which causes you to have second thoughts on the matter. Pokémon certainly are more in tune with nature, and since when is anything that happens in this land ever what it first appears? Something is going on out there so you push your feelings of disapproval to the back of your mind and head out to the site where you are greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Soon afterwards you're examining some symbols on a chamber wall within the city limits when an Unown X appears humming with ground energy, and it's looking for from impressed to see you...

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Rakurai: The trek across the vast desert sand is unpleasantly hot, the dry heat making the trip almost unbearable, so it is with a sigh of relief that you finally arrive at your destination and see the mysterious Lost City of Alph that appears to have many abodes and temples in which you will be able to take shelter. You've no sooner set foot into the campsite on the outskirts of the ancient city when Professor Spencer Hale greets you with a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Tia bops excitedly, hardly able to contain herself at the prospect of some adventure and quickly leads the way into the city's ruins where you are confronted only moments later by an Unown A sporting some serious flying energy that doesn't appear to want you to take another step forward...

Before long, Katsura and his companion found themselves at a campsite on Alph's outskirts. From that distance, the ancient city's majesty was readily apparent; the majority of its structures having remained largely intact over the countless years. His mind quickly shifted its focus away from the uncomfortable desert heat to the exciting prospect of getting to do some exploring, and Tia was evidently thinking the same, having developed a spring in her step after getting a good look at the ruins.

They were soon greeted by a man; a professor from the looks of it, who handed Katsura a satchel of Pokeballs to him, and explained the task at hand. The researchers in the city hoped that the trainers who had volunteered would be able to catch one each of the many types of Unown dwelling within the city; something which seemed daunting enough without a gigantic sandstorm due to bury the city in about 24 hours time. Having no interest in being buried alive, Katsura promptly set off into the ruins after giving his thanks, with Tia still leading the way. While he had no intention remaining in the city for a length of time that could put him anywhere near the risk of such a fate, he couldn't shake a nagging feeling that something was going to end up keeping him here longer then he desired, whether he liked it or not...

"This place certainly looks a lot nicer then I was expecting.", he remarked as he followed after Tia, taking in his surroundings as he walked along. He had never been a particularly decisive person, so letting his Pokemon decide where to go for him was the norm, and Tia had been all too happy to oblige back at the start of their little expedition. However, the Gible soon came to a stop, and began to emit a low growl at something before her. Shifting his eyes from an abode he had been passing by to what was in front of him, Katsura noticed that an A shaped Unown was baring their way, and was looking none too pleased by the presence of outsiders. "Good thing they decided to show up sooner then later...", he thought to himself as he backed up in anticipation of the fight that was soon to ensue.

Tia had quickly entered a battle stance; stretching her stubby arms out to the sides and looking ready to strike at a moment's notice. As friendly as she was most of the time, she wouldn't tolerate any manner of threat to her trainer or fellow Pokemon, the rather fierce look in her eyes making that clear. "Let's get our first capture underway, Tia!", Katsura exclaimed, his dragon companion emitting an affirmative cry of "Gib!". "Show it a Scary Face, then shake it up with a Twister before moving in with Dragon Claw!

Lass El: With a Spearow upon your shoulder and hot desert sand in your shoes you trudge along until you reach the Lost City of Alph which seems to be a hive of activity. A makeshift campsite has been set up by Pokémon researchers, professors, and journalists, and before long a professor by the name of Spencer Hale greets you with a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Eager to get started you enter the ancient site, only minutes later confronted by an Unown T vibrating with ground energy...

"Oh my gooosh Sparow lookatit! It's so weird! And cool! I want it!" El was practically jumping of the walls with excitement. She may have been hot and sweaty, but she would be succesfull, blammit! The strange, the unkown, oh how such things could get her heart pumping! Even though she prefered the sea, well, this was still undeniably cool.

Sparow was keeping her cool far better. She may have been a bird, but she was still barely able to comprehend that there was something important. Of course, the... thing in front of her was the something important, so she wasn't entirely ignorant. Rather than cool and weird, the thing was to her vulnerable and impractical. What good was that body shape? And the lone giant unblinking eye? It didn't make sense.

The bird's train of thought was broken by El begining to issue commands. "Quick! Quick Sparow we have a time limit here and I want the pickaxe thing! Um, um, Pursuit! Yeah, uh, show that thing that it can't get away! And Scary Face! Yeah! That aughta do something useful! Right girl? And, er, hrmm." The lass' excitement faded as she tried to think of something for the bird to do. "Oh! Try Tri Attack! Yeah! That's a cool move right? C'mon Sparow help snag yourself a friend!"

Missingno. Master: Although you're the first to arrive you soon see that trainers are flocking to the area. You can see them in the distance approaching the ruined city, some coming in by air, others across the land, and are overwhelmed by what is happening. This is big, you're a part of it, and you can't wait to get started! Finally slowing as you approach the camp on the outskirts of the city you're greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Soon after you're entering a tunnel whose walls are etched with ancient symbols while Myrtle follows along behind. She's nervous, receiving distinctively bad vibes from her surroundings, when a moment later an Unown O appears, crackling with electricity...

As Keith came closer to the ruins, he started to see many other trainers pouring in, some he recognized, some he didn't. At the sight of one particular trainer with a Duskull by her side, however, he did a double take. "Marion?" he murmured to himself. "But that's impossible, she's still in the hospital..."

"It is Ma-ri-on," stated Myrtle. "Mi-ner-va seems to be pos-ses-sing her bo-dy. I would not go o-ver there, Meat Sack," she added, but a little late, as Keith had already started walking over in that direction.

"Minerva..." Keith sighed in Shuppet language as he approached the Banette's possessed trainer. "I didn't adopt him, just so you know. I should've thought about how much killing Neville means to you, and I didn't- that's on me and I admit it. I'm sorry. It's entirely my fault, I'm a complete idiot, and I'm sorry- HEY!" he added in English as Myrtle showed up and proceeded to drag him away with Psychic.

"Twen-ty-four hour time li-mit, Meat Sack!" Myrtle snapped. "U-nown first, a-po-lo-gies la-ter!" She continued to drag Keith away as he loudly protested, showing his clear disagreement with this sentiment.

"What do you mean by dragging me away like this?" Keith demanded.

"If you were a Shup-pet, you would have been a-ble to sense the e-mo-tions Mi-ner-va was gi-ving off," Myrtle snapped. "Suf-fice to say she did not seem to be in the mood for re-cei-ving a-po-lo-gies right now."

Before long, Keith had stopped struggling and reluctantly kept walking towards the ruins of his own volition. Soon, they reached the ruined city, where the esteemed Professor Spencer Hale greeted Keith and handed him a bag with a dozen Poke Balls inside. "Oh, thanks," Keith said as he accepted the bag and started into the ruins. "Huh. Looks like I didn't need to place that order with the Pokemart after all," he remarked to Myrtle.

"I could care less," Myrtle snapped as she glanced around nervously, something Keith was quick to notice.

"Everything OK, Myrtle?" Keith asked.

"I can sense some-thing," Myrtle stated. "A strange e-ner-gy... It is try-ing to tell us we are not wel-come here, I think."

"Well, we'll only be here for twenty-four hours," Keith stated. "Just one day of exploration and Unown catching, and we're out of their hair. Do Unown even have hair?" he added, chuckling. "Eh, Myrtle? Myrtle?" For at that moment, Keith realized that his Shuppet was staring, not at him, but over his shoulder.

Keith sighed. "There's an Unown right behind me, isn't there?"

Myrtle nodded. "Guess the let-ter for bo-nus points," she said sarcastically. Keith did not, however, and wheeled around to face the circular creature. He looked at it in something like awe, never having seen an actual Unown up close before.

"Now we're getting somewhere!" Keith grinned as he pulled out his Pokedex and aimed it at the floating letter.

"Unown, the Symbol Pokemon," the machine droned. "Unown resemble an ancient writing, prompting research as to whether the writing or the Unown came first. When two or more congregate, a strange power is said to emerge."

"That electricity," Keith murmured. "Clearly, its Hidden Power type is Electric, I see no other explanation. OK, Myrtle!" he added as he turned to his Shuppet. "Ominous Wind! Then graze it with a Knock Off, and follow up with Shadow Sneak!"

"Say 'please'," Myrtle smirked.

Keith was about to protest, but the 24-hour time limit was all too real, and he realized that he wasn't going to have the time to argue with Myrtle here. "Please?" he added through gritted teeth.

"Much bet-ter," Myrtle said, still smirking, though now she faced the Unown, ready to do battle with it. Keith, meanwhile, readied the first of his 12 Poke Balls, prepared to throw it at a moment's notice.

Takeo: Eager to prove yourself to Larvitar you have her accompany you on your expedition to the newly unveiled Lost City of Alph that has been buried far beneath the desert sand for aeons. Why it has appeared now is anyone's guess but you're not about to waste such an opportunity and arrive at the site sweating after such a hard run through the dry desert heat. Arriving at the makeshift camp set up by Pokémon professors, researchers, and journalists here to examine the area you're soon greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Quite keen to help out you enter the ancient city, surprised to find an Unown K radiating water energy appear almost immediately...

Sweat dripped down Hallow's face as he wiped his forehead with one hand, wiping the moisture on his jeans. Standing on the hill over looking his destination with Athena resting on his shoulder, taking deep needed breaths. "We're here!," he said before making way toward the city. Arriving at a makeshift camp Hallow was soon greeted by Professor Spencer Hale, a scientist who is known for researching the elusive Unown.

He hands him a bag, viewing its contents Hallow notes 12 Pokéballs inside. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," The Professor pleads, "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!".

"Leave it to us sir!," Hallow replies before exiting the tent and entering the ancient city, immediately greeted by an Unown K,

"We don't know much about these Pokemon," Hallow said, "It's best to be cautious,"
Larvitar sensing a threat jumps off his shoulder ready to do battle, "Lets go with a move thats not only offensive but defensive as well, Sandstorm!, then Dragon Dance! and lets sink our teeth into it with Bite!,"

Tyoyo3131: Hoping your Pokémon can protect you from the sandstorm that is due to hit the area in approximately 24 hours you approach the Lost City of Alph looking for adventure when you're greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Eager to get started you enter the city itself, examining the ruins and looking in all sorts of nooks and crannies until you eventually spy an Unown M vibrating with ground energy warily watching you...

James grabbed the Pokéballs from the Professor and nodded. “We’ll try to find as many as we can, sir.” James looked at his right shoulder where Euen had decided to sit for now, continuing to read his book. “C’mon Euen, we have work to do. Hang on.” Euen wrapped his arm around James’ neck, and James held the pokéballs in his left hand. James sprinted off to the ruins, as quickly as his legs would carry him and his book-loving friend.

“Find anything Euen?” James asked. He turned around and pulled out one of the 12 pokeballs from the satchel and held it in his hand. He looked at the bright red shell of his Shuckle, and noticed his head was in one of the holes in the wall. James walked over to the wall and kneeled down next to Euen. “Are you stuck?”

“Shuck…”

“I thought so.” James pulled on the shell, and eventually both of them tumbled over onto the sand- and out of the crack came an Unown! “And Unown M I see…” James said, identifying the Unown. The M shaped pokémon shook briefly, and the sand around it spun a bit before settling down. “Ground typed Hidden Power too..” James pulled out his Pokédex and scanned the Unown. “ Want to come along? I won’t battle you unless you want to battle.” James said, and held out the pokéball from the satchel.

allishinca: Arriving at the newly uncovered Lost City of Alph with your little Eevee in tow you're soon greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Hoping your Gracidea brings you good luck you enter the ruins, and before long Mint finds herself staring into the watching eye of an Unown Z who is radiating fighting energy...

The Lost City of Alph was an amazing place. Large megaliths jotting up from the ground had Unonwn symbols sprinkled on them. Alli ran her hand across them as they walked. Her little Eevee mimicked her trainer by placing her tail up against the wall while she followed behind. Farther into the lost city, Alli could see many temples that were also marked with the Unown symbols. Many trainers and scientist were gathered about and their voices reverberated in an exciting fashion. Short little Alli felt quiet overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people.
"Hey there's another one!" Alli turned to see who was talking. There was two men in white lab coats talking as they indicated her. On of them ran over to her and extended his hand.
"I'm Professor Spencer Hale," the man introduced himself as. Alli shook his hand quietly. Professor Hale went about a short introduction before handing Alli a bag with twelves Pokeballs. "Please use these Pokeballs to catch as many Unown as you can. I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokemon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Alli nodded silently and took the lead of the other trains as they entered the mysterious temples. Her affectionate little Eevee rubbed up against her legs. Alli glanced back at the Gracidea tided to her backpack and hoped that it would bring the both of them good luck as they stepped through the dark entrance.
Alli's eyes took a moment to adjust as she continued into the ruins. She found herself walking down a long, spacious hallway. Reaching the end, Alli and Mint glanced up at the large wall looming in front of them. Unown symbols were lined across it, as they were on all the other walls in the ruins. Mint approached and batted at the strange carved symbols, only to be scooped up by Alli.
"Heh, what are you doing? We don't have time for that right now, Mint. We better press on." Alli smoothed Mint's fur before placing her back down. She obediently continued behind her trainer, but her eyes darted back to the walls from time to time as though a magnet was going to pull her towards it. Wanting to keep her mind off of the symbols, Mint darted ahead of her trainer and found herself eye to eye with an Unown Z. Alli looked at it perplexed for a moment before whipping out her Pokedex.

Unown. Symbol Pokémon. Psychic Type.

"Wow! That's a real Unown! It looks just like the plushie I got for Halloween!" The Unown glared angrily and radiated an unpleasant aura. "Uh-oh! Be careful Mint!" Mint braced herself and waited for a response. She stood right in front of the Unown. Alli decided to use this to their advantage. "Hit it with Covet and then knock it back with Swift! Once you have some space between you, use Yawn!" Mint flung herself forward into battle as Alli looked on nervously.

Meetan: Not exactly thrilled to be returning to an area that has caused you nothing but trouble, the mystery surrounding the Unown is the only real drawcard Talas has to offer for you at this point in time. But what a drawcard it is. The mysterious Unown are now fact, not fiction. No longer fairytale lore they are real, and if the rumours are true you're about to land yourself in a pile of psychic trouble. Swinub stops at the edge of the campsite that has been erected by Pokémon professors, researchers, and journalists, a little wary of those trying to harness the energy of such an ancient species of Pokémon. It is then that you are met by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" A short time later you're walking along a corridor within the confines of the lost city when you sense something nearby and turn your head to find an Unown I radiating flying energy staring back at you...

Alice thanked Professor Hale, vowing to do her best at the mission. Looking around, she could see many other trainers with a new satchel of Poke Balls, and it only reminded her of how severe the situation was. Following Swinub, his nose and a trail away from others - deciding that the more ground covered, the better - the young girl carried on her mission.

Her senses weren't always the best, but there was a nagging feeling, and the adventurer soon came to a stop, turning her head. "An Unown I! Or at least, I think it's shaped like an I. This is easier than I thought." She smiled, Swinub soon at her feet, awaiting his command. "It's actually kinda creepy..." Unnerved, the teenager slowly unzipped the satchel, delving a hand in to grasp a Poke Ball. She wanted to flee, but that would be useless. By now, she had to be braver - after all, Alice had faced plenty of scary things by now.

"Do you want to have a battle, little one?" The girl asked sweetly before delivering her orders, "Swinubey! Use Odour Sleuth, Mud Bomb and Bite!"

OkikuMew: If you can please refrain from using first person narrative I'll appreciate it. If this weren't a campaign I would have skipped you.

Heading into the Talasian desert in search of the newly unearthed Lost City of Alph it doesn't take long for you to find the ancient ruins. upon reaching the makeshift campsite you're greeted by Professor Spencer Hale who hands you a small satchel containing 12 Pokéballs. "Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!" Before long you're staring at the hieroglyphs on the walls of the ancient structure when Unown W appears, radiating fighting energy...

OoC: Sorry about that, it is simply my writing style with FB and I haven't encountered any issues or objections so far with that. I'll switch to third person for the campaign though, no problem.

As Okiku and her Pokémon arrive at the Lost City of Alph, she quickly sees the camp where all the scientists has been staying. Almost the moment that they step into the camp site, a certain Professor Spencer Hale, who for some reason reminds her of a co-worker back when she had her job, warmly welcomes them and gives the trainer a satchel filled with 12 Pokéballs.

"Please use these Pokéballs to catch as many Unown as you can," he pleads. "I'm hoping that between us all we are able to catch one of each kind to gather a complete record of these Pokémon. Remember, we don't have much time before the sandstorm reaches us so please be quick!"

"No problem Professor," Okiku gleefully answers, extremely hyped about being accepted into the search, "I'll get as many as I can! ...Oh, and thanks for the Pokéballs, I'll make good use of 'em," she embarrassingly blushes while carefully slipping the pokéballs in her backpack.

As she goes more deeply into the city, her Espeon suddenly dashes through one corridor. Wondering what in the world Himiko felt, Okiku and Max runs after her. The two end up meeting her at dead end, where some ancient hieroglyphs were written on a wall.

"Woo, nice find Himi! Those inscriptions looks great! I wonder what they mean..." The trainer then notices how her Espeon looks very tired, even if she have a light smile on her face. "...You don't look too good. You're not used to use your psychic powers yet aren't you? And probably at running that much, too..."

"Speeee," she responds with no energy in her voice.

"You better rest then, we need all your strength here to do the searching and stuff." She grabs her Pokéball and calls Himiko back into it. "Alright Max," she turns her attention to her Poochyena, "it's all up to you for now. Think you can sniff up anything?"

Before the dog Pokémon had the time to smell the air, one of the hieroglyphs on the wall comes into life and pops right in front of the pair, both taking a step back in surprise.

"W-whoa, an Unown...!" Okiku blabbers out, holding off her excitement as possible at the expense of her body lightly shaking, "A W one, whoppee!" She laughs a little at her boring joke, but then quickly notices Max taking a very defensive stance, while the Unown seems to float in a similar fashion of a sumo wrestler readying for a match. Okiku shakes her head to get herself back into business.

"Hmmm, a bit of a fighter aren't you, Unown W?" she asked the living hieroglyph. "I'll tell you what: I want to be your friend and bring you in my team," she takes out one of the Pokéballs Professor Hale gave her to show it to the Psychic Pokémon, "but if you want, you could challenge Max here to a battle first to test us out!"

Max barks in agreement, although he's still not sure about the strange little guy.

As she waits for some kind of answer from the Unown, Okiku quickly whips up a battle strategy in her head based on what she knows about the Pokémon's species (from books she read and checking out her Pokédex) just in case it goes on the offensive: Since it'll probably attack first, Max should Pay him back the damage it has done to him. Next, she should order him to Swagger, so it'll get confused and raise his useless strength (as Unowns never attacks physically). And finally, since Max would likely took some damage at some point, he should display some Assurance and show him he's not afraid of him. Before anything happens though, a question crosses her mind, and she's too curious to let pass up a chance to ask it:

"Un... less you want to show us something, Unown W? We'll gladly just follow you while you show us the way... I-I promise we won't hurt you or do anything behind your back..." she awkwardly smiles, not sure if the Unown would trust her.

Last edited by OkikuMew; 11th November 2012 at 10:07 PM.
Reason: Fixing typos and adding a few details.